Post by thebutlerdidit on Feb 19, 2013 17:55:55 GMT -5
He ran. He ran and ran. They were following him. He knew it, and they were out to get him. He ran into an alleyway. Breathing hard, he noticed there was no exit on the other end. He sat with his back to the wall. He rubbed his head, it ached from the metal bats they used. He heard footsteps. Whipping his head around, he saw them. Their grey eyes glinted in the little amount of night light. One held a rope tied into a noose, and the other held an old fashioned, double-barrel shotgun.
The one with the noose said, "Now, now Alton. You know that we don't like those who run away from us," He chuckled evilly, snapping the rope in his hands. His white vest and hat glowed in the dim streetlamp light.
The second nodded, "Those who do sometimes never run again. Because they're six feet under." He cocked the shotgun, laying it on his shoulder. He was nearly invisible from the amount of black that he wore, even to the black gloves he had.
Alton stood and tried to run past them, but the one threw the noose around his neck.
"I was the 1st place lasso winner in our county. Don't think that I won't tighten this noose until you asphyxiate to death," He said in Alton's ear. The one wearing black walked in front of him and placed the tip of the barrel on his forehead.
"Now Alton, where's the money you owe us? You ran out of time last week," Alton was shaking. He had a rope around his neck and a gun on his head. What was he to do? Not to mention he didn't have the money. The man in white chuckled again, pulling the noose tighter.
"I think he has lived a good life hasn't he? No friends, no family, I think he has the right to die. Why don't we give him it?" said the man in white. "I agree with you brother," said the man in black. "Who are you?" Alton questioned shakily. "We're the Godchildren," they said together. Alton closed his eyes, the man in white tightened the rope past him being able to breathe, and the man in black pulled the trigger.
Walking through Westington Part, the two men were conversing, while in step, as they always were. "I think that that was a very good hit, don't you agree?" said Nathaniel. "Yes, he didn't scream as much as I would have thought," said Alexander, "I believe she will be proud." Once they reached the street on the other end, they entered a bar. A few Carothians and some Humans sat at the bar, drinking. Alexander and Nathaniel stalked into the back. There was a room with walls that were covered with mirrors. There sat a woman of about 70 years. On her left and right were two muscular men waring all black. Her bodyguards. She smiled at them, rising to hug Nathaniel and Alexander.
"How are my two boys doing?" She said, "Have you gotten rid of him?" They answered parallel to each other, "Yes." "I used Grandpa's shotgun," said Alexander, "We made it look like a suicide with a noose," interjected Nathaniel, "And then cleaned and sewed the wound, the police won't even notice it," ended Alexander. "That's my boys," Their grandmother said smiling, "Dinner should be on the table by six."
They exited the bar, bumping into a couple of men walking towards the back. "She did say that she had company," said Nathaniel. By the time they reached the door, shots were heard being fired in the back room. "She really does act fast doesn't she?" questioned Alexander. They exited.
It was raining hard. Their umbrellas opened, they walked through the sheets of white water hitting them. Then they were stopped by a cop. "Excuse me," He said, forcing Alexander and Nathaniel to stop, ",do you happen to be the Hexx twins?" They looked at each other. They were taller and probably stronger then him, but there were other cops behind him. "Well our last name is Hexx," Said Alexander, "And we are clearly twins," added Nathaniel, ",so yes." They both said at once. "Well, you two are wanted for questioning. Please come with us." They didn't move, "We'd rather not," said Nathaniel. "Well, you can come freely, or we can take you by force," one cop replied. He raised up his gun, others pulled out pistols. "I don't think that is such a good idea," replied Alexander.
He pulled out two throwing knives and plunged them into two police men's chests. They opened fire on them, but Nathaniel placed his umbrella in between them, the unusually thick fabric blocked the bullets, and while he played defense, Alexander played offense, Pulling up his umbrella, which hid a secret compartment for a gun shaft. He fired off a couple rounds hitting the cops in the head.
They then dragged the bodies into an open manhole,which ran out to sea. They then continued their walk home.
The one with the noose said, "Now, now Alton. You know that we don't like those who run away from us," He chuckled evilly, snapping the rope in his hands. His white vest and hat glowed in the dim streetlamp light.
The second nodded, "Those who do sometimes never run again. Because they're six feet under." He cocked the shotgun, laying it on his shoulder. He was nearly invisible from the amount of black that he wore, even to the black gloves he had.
Alton stood and tried to run past them, but the one threw the noose around his neck.
"I was the 1st place lasso winner in our county. Don't think that I won't tighten this noose until you asphyxiate to death," He said in Alton's ear. The one wearing black walked in front of him and placed the tip of the barrel on his forehead.
"Now Alton, where's the money you owe us? You ran out of time last week," Alton was shaking. He had a rope around his neck and a gun on his head. What was he to do? Not to mention he didn't have the money. The man in white chuckled again, pulling the noose tighter.
"I think he has lived a good life hasn't he? No friends, no family, I think he has the right to die. Why don't we give him it?" said the man in white. "I agree with you brother," said the man in black. "Who are you?" Alton questioned shakily. "We're the Godchildren," they said together. Alton closed his eyes, the man in white tightened the rope past him being able to breathe, and the man in black pulled the trigger.
Walking through Westington Part, the two men were conversing, while in step, as they always were. "I think that that was a very good hit, don't you agree?" said Nathaniel. "Yes, he didn't scream as much as I would have thought," said Alexander, "I believe she will be proud." Once they reached the street on the other end, they entered a bar. A few Carothians and some Humans sat at the bar, drinking. Alexander and Nathaniel stalked into the back. There was a room with walls that were covered with mirrors. There sat a woman of about 70 years. On her left and right were two muscular men waring all black. Her bodyguards. She smiled at them, rising to hug Nathaniel and Alexander.
"How are my two boys doing?" She said, "Have you gotten rid of him?" They answered parallel to each other, "Yes." "I used Grandpa's shotgun," said Alexander, "We made it look like a suicide with a noose," interjected Nathaniel, "And then cleaned and sewed the wound, the police won't even notice it," ended Alexander. "That's my boys," Their grandmother said smiling, "Dinner should be on the table by six."
They exited the bar, bumping into a couple of men walking towards the back. "She did say that she had company," said Nathaniel. By the time they reached the door, shots were heard being fired in the back room. "She really does act fast doesn't she?" questioned Alexander. They exited.
It was raining hard. Their umbrellas opened, they walked through the sheets of white water hitting them. Then they were stopped by a cop. "Excuse me," He said, forcing Alexander and Nathaniel to stop, ",do you happen to be the Hexx twins?" They looked at each other. They were taller and probably stronger then him, but there were other cops behind him. "Well our last name is Hexx," Said Alexander, "And we are clearly twins," added Nathaniel, ",so yes." They both said at once. "Well, you two are wanted for questioning. Please come with us." They didn't move, "We'd rather not," said Nathaniel. "Well, you can come freely, or we can take you by force," one cop replied. He raised up his gun, others pulled out pistols. "I don't think that is such a good idea," replied Alexander.
He pulled out two throwing knives and plunged them into two police men's chests. They opened fire on them, but Nathaniel placed his umbrella in between them, the unusually thick fabric blocked the bullets, and while he played defense, Alexander played offense, Pulling up his umbrella, which hid a secret compartment for a gun shaft. He fired off a couple rounds hitting the cops in the head.
They then dragged the bodies into an open manhole,which ran out to sea. They then continued their walk home.